Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Chase, artist - Foxy Brown. Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Chase |
| Uhhhh yeahhhh uh, The Firm |
| Lust… hate… envy… jealousy |
| Connivin niggas |
| Nigga nature, uh, yeah |
| Jumped out the ride, floss high, black tie |
| Cocoa to lye, three guys, slanted eyes |
| I shoulda tried, sweet thugs stay dove |
| Up in the Land, crash bar ill beam |
| They threw this CREAM, my whole team must fiend |
| The ghetto dream, Fox Boog, jigged up |
| Stay in the cut like WHAT, layin in the Bentleys |
| Stoned, flossed on, me and Capone |
| Picasso, Mardi Gras, play the low in a six-double-oh |
| Benz chrome, dominicano |
| Superstar Lila Escobar holy matrimon' |
| Tied to The Firm, die for The Firm |
| So help me God, street life played right |
| I got his wife, hemmed up, in bun |
| Nigga two to the gut |
| Nowhere to rest nigga, nowhere to hide |
| It’s a high speed chase and death is on my mind |
| Will I fall or fail who call the shots it’s all real |
| Firm, get on your job, niggas, what the deal |
| Mahogany Brown laid it down, shoulda seen her |
| Threw the heater, to the grill, it was real |
| Pure steel, my niggas peel murderin, gunnin through Queens |
| In Beams, forty-four chrome, Mac-11 stow it in they jeans |
| Pretty thugs, Firm team |
| Hold it down, we hold the crown |
| Got it locked rock shop, heron caught |
| Out of town breeze through, he had a Z2 baby blue |
| No clue, we had this whole life planned |
| Call the fam lay low, Firm style let it flow |
| He was dressed, in a sky blue Guess |
| Eva wrecks, we played the left, no threat |
| We had him shook, couldn’t look, dripped sweat |
| He coulda fried, I seen his eyes, yeah nigga |
| 'Mega fly, Doe or Die, fifty eye ay |
| Cop way Firm stray, high stake Boo |
| Ill booth how we do, Boogie top gun |
| Phillipine black thing, you know the stee Dunn |
| A-filliation, caramel brown |
| Ill style complexion, you know the deal |
| How we roll, like a vir-gin, on the low |
| Yeah Boo get your swerve on, how we do |
| Crew Boog’s got it locked bigga, for the crew |
| Hold it down niggas fo' peala, fo' killa |
| Fo’reala, ho squeala, they know the deala |
| Shit is reala, Firm for real |